Michigan - Squint, Ed Stasium

Weekend getaway

god i wish i could runaway

you’re giving me back

everything i gave away

well i don’t want them back

i only want that back

but only if you are sure

i turned and walked out the door

i turned and walked out the door

christmas vacation

up in her room

are you sure?

let me go get it.

here it is.

how appropriate, it’s going to end

right where it began

well i don’t think

that i should be here anymore

i’m six months into getting over you.

it figures you’d make up your mind as soon as i’d given up on you.

cold winter’s night

sometime around 3 a.m.

me and her window

in a snow ball fight (again)

what the hell are you doing here.

i wish i knew

you don’t have to come down

if you don’t want to

So here we are again

i’m not begging anymore

it’s funny how the tables turn

but still there are no chairs

what the hell am i doing here

you wish you knew

you don’t have to go back

if you don’t want to

twelve-hundred miles and a broken heart away.